The local market was crowded as usual, with vendors shouting over each other to hawk their goods. Zhang Wei held Little Ning’s hand tightly as they navigated through the chaos, carrying a small list of groceries Lin Qing had asked him to buy. As they passed a herbal medicine stall, Zhang Wei stopped abruptly. His sharp gaze scanned the assortment of roots, leaves, and powders. To the untrained eye, it was just a jumble of plants, but to the Divine Doctor, it was a treasure trove of medicinal wonders.

“Daddy, why are you staring at the plants?” Little Ning asked, tilting her head curiously. “These herbs… they’re not just plants,” Zhang Wei murmured. “They’re lifesavers.” Before he could explain further, a commotion broke out nearby. A man had collapsed, clutching his chest. People gathered around in panic, but no one knew what to do. Zhang Wei felt his instincts kick in. “Stay here, Ning,” he said, handing her to a kind-looking vendor before rushing to the man’s side.

Zhang Wei knelt beside the man, his fingers dancing over his pulse points. “Heart blockage,” he muttered. Without hesitation, he grabbed a handful of herbs from the stall and prepared a makeshift concoction. The stall owner protested, but Zhang Wei silenced him with a steely glare. Carefully administering the remedy and applying acupressure, Zhang Wei worked swiftly. Within minutes, the man gasped, his breathing steadying as color returned to his face. The crowd erupted in cheers and disbelief. Zhang Wei, however, remained calm, his thoughts focused on the future. This was only the beginning of his return to the world of miracles.The local market was crowded as usual, with vendors shouting over each other to hawk their goods. Zhang Wei held Little Ning’s hand tightly as they navigated through the chaos, carrying a small list of groceries Lin Qing had asked him to buy. As they passed a herbal medicine stall, Zhang Wei stopped abruptly. His sharp gaze scanned the assortment of roots, leaves, and powders. To the untrained eye, it was just a jumble of plants, but to the Divine Doctor, it was a treasure trove of medicinal wonders.

“Daddy, why are you staring at the plants?” Little Ning asked, tilting her head curiously. “These herbs… they’re not just plants,” Zhang Wei murmured. “They’re lifesavers.” Before he could explain further, a commotion broke out nearby. A man had collapsed, clutching his chest. People gathered around in panic, but no one knew what to do. Zhang Wei felt his instincts kick in. “Stay here, Ning,” he said, handing her to a kind-looking vendor before rushing to the man’s side.

Zhang Wei knelt beside the man, his fingers dancing over his pulse points. “Heart blockage,” he muttered. Without hesitation, he grabbed a handful of herbs from the stall and prepared a makeshift concoction. The stall owner protested, but Zhang Wei silenced him with a steely glare. Carefully administering the remedy and applying acupressure, Zhang Wei worked swiftly. Within minutes, the man gasped, his breathing steadying as color returned to his face. The crowd erupted in cheers and disbelief. Zhang Wei, however, remained calm, his thoughts focused on the future. This was only the beginning of his return to the world of miracles.The local market was crowded as usual, with vendors shouting over each other to hawk their goods. Zhang Wei held Little Ning’s hand tightly as they navigated through the chaos, carrying a small list of groceries Lin Qing had asked him to buy. As they passed a herbal medicine stall, Zhang Wei stopped abruptly. His sharp gaze scanned the assortment of roots, leaves, and powders. To the untrained eye, it was just a jumble of plants, but to the Divine Doctor, it was a treasure trove of medicinal wonders.

“Daddy, why are you staring at the plants?” Little Ning asked, tilting her head curiously. “These herbs… they’re not just plants,” Zhang Wei murmured. “They’re lifesavers.” Before he could explain further, a commotion broke out nearby. A man had collapsed, clutching his chest. People gathered around in panic, but no one knew what to do. Zhang Wei felt his instincts kick in. “Stay here, Ning,” he said, handing her to a kind-looking vendor before rushing to the man’s side.

Zhang Wei knelt beside the man, his fingers dancing over his pulse points. “Heart blockage,” he muttered. Without hesitation, he grabbed a handful of herbs from the stall and prepared a makeshift concoction. The stall owner protested, but Zhang Wei silenced him with a steely glare. Carefully administering the remedy and applying acupressure, Zhang Wei worked swiftly. Within minutes, the man gasped, his breathing steadying as color returned to his face. The crowd erupted in cheers and disbelief. Zhang Wei, however, remained calm, his thoughts focused on the future. This was only the beginning of his return to the world of miracles.